YOU AND ME
CHAPTER 114 - FOR MY DAUGHTER'S SAKE

"Mas Yoan!!!" Dara pouted her face. She had just woken up and did not see her husband beside her.

The wall clock is showing at 9 a.m. Joan went to the office without waking her up.

Dara's stomach is getting bigger and bigger, making it easy to soy sauce. Every day he wakes up. Jogging them only once it is done.

Dara also never again accompanied her husband to breakfast. Even drove him to the front porch of the house. No more waves of his hands when accompanying the husband to go to the office.

Dara walked lazily towards the bathroom. He had to clean himself up and have breakfast.

'My dear Mama's son.I'm sorry your mama is yes, son. You are hungry, right?!' Dara hastened her movement. His daughter must be hungry.

Shortly after, Dara had breakfast. She was accompanied by Mama breakfast. Mama was very kind to him and that made him feel bad.

"Once, just eat. Don't hesitate with Mama." Mama said when she saw her daughter-in-law just lowered her head.

Dara is pregnant with a daughter, it is certain that her grandson will be very spoiled. So Mama naturally carried her grandson.

"Yes, Ma." Dara nodded slowly.

This day, Dara tried not to sleep. Although his innate body is lazy and wants to fall.

Dara chose to watch tv, 5 minutes later. The TV is watching Dara. The pregnant woman is asleep.

Dara jerks awake and snatches herself. Again he just slept.

'I just want to do something. To Mas Yoanku.'

Dara has not cooked for her husband in a long time. Yoan must have missed her cooking so much.

With her distended stomach Dara looks busy in the kitchen. From the refrigerator he took out the ingredients and put them on the table.

Dara did it slowly, she couldn't get too down. His stomach can be depressed.

"Who are you?!!!" ask Mama who approached her daughter.

"Da-Dara wants to make a sponge, Ma." Dara answered nervously, her mother's voice was too shrill and made her shocked.

"If you want a sponge, just say let Mama make it." Mama leads Dara to sit in a chair.

"Become alone."

Mama shook her head. "Let Mama do it. What do you want a sponge? Chocolate, cheese, banana?"

"Mama's granddaughter wants to make it for her dad." Dara's reason, as if to say if this is the desire of the princess in her womb.

Mama kept quiet and looked at Dara. His son-in-law is cravings making a sponge. If not allowed, his granddaughter can.

With Mama forced to obey, Dara was very happy and continued to make the ball.

"Already, already.. let the homeworkers just clean." Mama told Dara to sit down. Dara wants to clean the kitchen that is scattered. Could've been her daughter-in-law's exhausted.

Dara had to comply. He sat waiting for his balls to be baked in the oven.

"Drink this."

"Thank you, Ma." Said Dara when Mama brought her a glass of water.

Ting

Dara will stand up, when she hears the sound of the time oven. But Mama held him.

Mama didn't let Dara lift the hot baking sheet, she told the houseworker to do it.

Before long, Dara smiled as she looked at her homemade chocolate sponge. It looks so good.

"Mama want?" ask Dara. He cut and put a piece on the plate.

"This, Ma. It's nice, Ma, the ball's still hot." Dara gave me the plate.

"Papa, would you like to Ma?"

"Your father is gardening." Mama said while devouring the sponge.

"Awhile, Ma. Dara bring it for papa." Dara put down a piece then took out a glass of cold water.

"Here you go, let's just mama. You eat there." Mama took over and brought it for her husband.

Dara nodded. Then he put it on the plates and gave it to the house worker. Then he devoured his own sponge.

Bolu is over. Dara began to get sleepy and walked back to her room.

The woman could not endure her drowsiness anymore. He'll sleep a while. Yeah, just for a second.

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"The sleeping lady is awake?" tanya Yoan while landing a kiss on Dara's forehead.

"Mas is home?" ask while looking at the wall clock.

"God!!! it's 6 o'clock!" Dara is awake. He had just slept for a while, but it was already dusk.

"Mas, I made you some tea." Dara will rise. But Yoan held him back.

"Not to." Reject Yoan.

"But, Mas. I didn't drive you to the porch, and then when I came home I didn't welcome you." Dara has a sad face. He wanted to sleep for a while, but he always slept too long.

"Darling, it's okay. You don't have to think too much about it. The important thing is that you must be healthy and happy, in order to have a good effect on our baby." Yoan. He sat himself behind Dara, so that his wife could lean on his chest.

"Yes, Mum." Dara nodded. He smiled, Yoan stroked his stomach.

Joan stroked Dara's stomach while refuting the face on Dara's shoulder. His eyes were cold looking at the mountain view. Both of his wife's assets are getting bigger and rounder.

"Oh yeah, Mas Yoan doesn't seek attention to other women, does he?" ask Dara seriously. During pregnancy, she was very spoiled. Don't let her husband look for the same outdoor spot.

"Haha. What are you thinking?!" Yoan. He doesn't need the attention of other women, just Dara.

"I love you. I love you so much! Is this enough of an answer?!" Yoan then kissed the smooth white neck.

"Mas Yoan, ticklish." Dara felt overwhelmed by her husband.

"Oh yes, my mother."

"Hm." Yoan hugged back while stroking that puckered stomach.

"So I made a sponge Mama." Dara's story about her activities. He doesn't sleep all day.

"Oh yeah, good dong." Yoan.

"Yes, Mas. It's yummy!"

"I'd like to taste your homemade sponge." Yoan. Dara must have made him full of love.

"I've shared. So it's over." Said Dara innocently.

"out?" Joan was not left behind.

'If you're done what do you say, Dara?!' Joan is in the heart. His wife made him angry.

"Yes, Mas. I did it for Mas Yoan. But instead forget to leave a piece of the ball." It was clearly Dara who really did not remember.

After sharing it with others. Dara was devouring her own balls. Almost half the pan had already entered his stomach.

"Yes, it's okay." Yoan nodded weakly. Even though he wanted to taste it, but he did not want his wife to be exhausted if he made it again.

"Tomorrow, I'll make you Mas."

"Not to." Reject Yoan.

"Well, if you don't want to." Dara won't force it. Her husband doesn't like sweet food.

"Kok I want to hear Mas Yoan sing ya."

"I can't sing." Yoan Refutations.

"Mas, our daughter wants to hear her papa's sweet voice." Said Dara with spoiled.

Joan had to get out of bed. His wife's request when cravings exist only. Not just food, even cravings to entertainment.

But don't you know, the voice he sings is entertainment or an ordeal?

As Yoan began to sing in front of his wife, Dara closed her mouth. Yoan's voice really bothers the eardrum.

But strangely Dara was very fond of the singing voice of her husband. He even laughed when he heard it.

"Papa Yoan, again dong nyanyinya!" pinta Dara stroked her stomach.

Joan sang again. His daughter seemed to be amused at the sound of his voice.

'For my daughter!!!'

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